Turning every good thing to rust
If we include the two years I've spent full time at the cinema, plus two years part time at the chip shop and the occaisional summer jobs I've had, that's roughly equivalent to maybe five days a week for three years I've spent working, right? 782 actual days of work. I'm happy with that as a rough estimate. Yesterday, of those 781 days I had called in sick for precisely one of them. Today that number has doubled.
It feels a little weird not going in. A little bit like I'm screwing people over. Not a lot though, because it's just a retail mid shift I'd be on today. Only reason I'll be missed is when people have to take their breaks late 'cause there's no cover. But still, I've ended the last two shifts coughing so hard I thought I might be sick* while my skull felt like it was trying to flee the constraints of my head. I'm not doing that to myself again today.
But anyway, I said this would be a happier post. And it will be. The reason I didn't call in sick yesterday when maybe I should have is that I'd swapped shifts with Grady so while I still couldn't make the gamessoc party (which is probably a good thing or y'all would have been infected now as well) I could at least attend the staff showing of Where The Wild Things Are.
This film is wonderful. It is lovely, delightful, darling, cute and any other synonyms you can think of. It's also a little dark, sometimes scary and often melancholic. Between the stunning visuals and the way the soundtrack works so well with the film, this is one that you absolutely must see on the big screen. It's co-written by Dave Eggers, who also co-wrote Away We Go. These two films have made me smile more this year than the rest of them (Up included) combined.
*side note: Also, I haven't thrown up since 2006. Ladies, it seems genetically speaking I am quite a catch. I know how you are all crazy for healthy babies. We should talk.
It feels a little weird not going in. A little bit like I'm screwing people over. Not a lot though, because it's just a retail mid shift I'd be on today. Only reason I'll be missed is when people have to take their breaks late 'cause there's no cover. But still, I've ended the last two shifts coughing so hard I thought I might be sick* while my skull felt like it was trying to flee the constraints of my head. I'm not doing that to myself again today.
But anyway, I said this would be a happier post. And it will be. The reason I didn't call in sick yesterday when maybe I should have is that I'd swapped shifts with Grady so while I still couldn't make the gamessoc party (which is probably a good thing or y'all would have been infected now as well) I could at least attend the staff showing of Where The Wild Things Are.
This film is wonderful. It is lovely, delightful, darling, cute and any other synonyms you can think of. It's also a little dark, sometimes scary and often melancholic. Between the stunning visuals and the way the soundtrack works so well with the film, this is one that you absolutely must see on the big screen. It's co-written by Dave Eggers, who also co-wrote Away We Go. These two films have made me smile more this year than the rest of them (Up included) combined.
*side note: Also, I haven't thrown up since 2006. Ladies, it seems genetically speaking I am quite a catch. I know how you are all crazy for healthy babies. We should talk.